#drabble: sorcha x natasha

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@mxrvelouscreations said  ✵ for Sorcha and Natasha

The First Time

Sorcha is the Queen of waiting too long. Always has been, apparently. But when Natasha goes down on a mission, life seems to speed up. Or, better, she speeds up. She doesn’t answer the inevitable “what the hell, Cap,” when it’s over and she’s got Nat as close by as manageable. 

Sorcha doesn’t say much anything to anyone besides Natasha the day after the Widow’s declared healed, either. She simply finds Natasha and takes her hand, tugging her so she can wrap an arm around her waist. 

“Sorry I took so long,” she offers lamely, getting a wry smile she knows all too well - and one hell of a kiss. In contrast to the one they’d shared to avoid being found, this one doesn’t leave Sorcha frozen at all - her hand release’s Natasha’s to cup her cheek and from that moment, life seems to speed up again. 

More than one kiss is traded between them, their hands seemingly in constant motion. Hips traced fitting together while they are reluctant to move just yet, waists explored, breasts caressed. Sorcha spends her time mapping out all the places that draw moans or sighs from her partner, without their clothes leaving them. It turns to an advantage when Natasha hops, and Sorcha catches her. 

“A bed is probably a good idea,” is the dry remark turned suggestion that makes Sorcha grin wickedly. 

“Yeah, doll? I’ve got a better one.” Which is how they come to have Natasha laid on her breakfast bar, Sorcha hovering over her while clothing is discarded carelessly. 

They fit together easily - eagerly, hands and lips and legs. Breaths traded, murmurs of encouragement and need passed back and forth. There’s no mind to the time, no impatience with one another.